I’m not very easy to surprise.

Today is my birthday! I just love birthdays. I enjoy everyone’s birthday, of course, but especially mine.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved to fish. He dreamed about fishing. He talked about fishing. He couldn’t get enough of it—even though he had only caught one fish in three years.

What a vacation it was. We went fishing and explored the area and ate ice cream every day and swam and played.

My sons and I went shopping one afternoon to find a few items for our beach trip, including a sun hat for me.

When we decided to visit Long Island this summer, we did our research. My sister found an ice cream parlor. My husband thought it would be fun to see Sag Harbor. I wanted to go to the Big Duck.

Last weekend we decided—somewhat spontaneously—to head into Manhattan to go to the American Museum of Natural History.

Jaime Bramble Schell has known Augustine Miceli, Sr., for years as a dear family friend. When he was visiting her parents this past May, he noticed a collage Jaime had made hanging on their wall.

If you can’t have what you want for dinner on Independence Day, when can you?

Just 10 years ago I was sitting at my own shower, opening gifts for our son who was waiting for us in China.